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As I walk into the flat I notice that the lights are dimmed, I smile knowing that you are here, watching my movements from the shadows and have something mischievous planned. I place down my jacket and bag and I hear your heels on the wooden floor as you walk up behind me.

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A few days ago, I got a call from Gabrielle, inviting me over. We are good friends and sometimes go places together but when she invites me to her apartment, it is always for the purpose of making love, and that is fine with me. Gabrielle is very pretty, beautiful, even, in her late thirties with a flat stomach and muscular thighs from kickboxing and working out six days a week. She has short brown hair, impish green eyes and, I think, a great figure even though her breasts are rather small.

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I walked into my dorm room and sighed in relief. It smelled like beer, sweat and sex, but at least it was quiet. It was Friday night and my roommate Matt went out earlier with his girlfriend Sandra. They liked to party heavily, especially on the weekend. They also both liked to fuck like rabbits when they got back from a night out and usually they were so drunk they didn't care if they had an audience or not, or more likely, didn't notice. The good news was that they tended to get it over with fast and pass out.

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Imagine a lazy sunday morning. you are reading the paper in the kitchen, leaning your elbows on the counter, propping your head on your hands. Your parents are away so we are both wearing only robes to keep the winter chill off our bodies. In my hands I am carrying a pair of beautiful red heeled shoes, the kind with ribbons that lace up your leg like a corset, and a bottle of mineral oil.

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The landing was rough. There's no delicate way to put it - I was scared shitless. I looked over at my associate, Lyssa, in the seat next to me and noticed that she, too, was trying to put on a brave face. I tried to give a brave smile. but I knew she wasn't buying it. Thunder and lightning crashed outside the window of the plane, the pitch-black skies turning the morning into night.

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Sarah looked around her suite at the island resort. It was luxurious, with marble in the bathroom and a balcony looking out to the ocean. She unpacked quickly then she lay on the double bed and stared at the ceiling with tears in her eyes. This was the bed she had been going to share with Roger, her fiancée until two months ago when he had called off their marriage.

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You lay there on the soft, fluffy Hawaiian print beach towel that I've spread on the futon. It tickles your nipples slightly as you lie face down with your arms at your side as I instructed you. The sandalwood scented candle flickers soothingly on the table filling the air with its warm, waxy aroma.

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"Would you like some ass fucking?" "Well yes," I said, "I didn't think you wanted it." Jane gave my ass cheek a little squeeze. "Dave, I think you've got it backwards," Jane said. " The ass fucking is for you." "No, I don't roll that way," I answered her. "Dave, are you sure?" Jane answered, "because someone with as horny an ass as you have should try it at least once."

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I opened the door to the plush real estate office late on this gorgeous Autumn Saturday afternoon with a full-blown hard-on ready and willing to go. No, it wasn't that I was that excited about some pending coastal resort home purchase, not that there's anything wrong with that. The object of my arousal on this particular visit was the anticipation of finding my real estate agent girlfriend, Mikki, waiting for me in an unoccupied office, with the idea that I would have her writhing on the conference room table within minutes, my cock buried deep inside of her.

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I stood in formation in the hot, stuffy gymnasium: at ease, but hard as hell. The third local official of the day was basically reiterating everything the previous two had said: how proud everyone was of us, that we'd done good work, etcetera, etcetera. I knew I shouldn't feel so fucking ready to get the fuck out of there, but I'd just spent the last thirteen months, seven weeks and four days, thousands and thousands of miles away from the woman of my dreams.

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